A Noble Lady Does Not Feed Dogs At Her Table, She Said, Breaking Off Another Piece Of Comb And Letting

“A noble lady does not feed dogs at her table,” she said, breaking off another piece of comb and letting the honey drip down onto her bread.

“She’s not a dog, she’s a direwolf,” Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. “Anyway, Father said we could keep them with us if we want.”

The septa was not appeased. “You’re a good girl, Sansa, but I do vow, when it comes to that creature you’re as willful as your sister Arya.”

George RR Martin; A Game of Thrones (Sansa I)

petyr x sansa + book casting, requested by anonymous ⇛ cillian murphy as petyr baelish, daria milky as sansa stark

“What is the meaning of this?” 

The Imp’s voice cracked like a whip, and suddenly Sansa was free. She stumbled to her knees, arms crossed over her chest, her breath ragged. “Is this your notion of chivalry, Ser Boros?” Tyrion Lannister demanded angrily. “What sort of knight beats helpless maids?”

my girl sansa i miss her cute dresses from season one tbh

↳ got au // sansa and jeyne escape kings landing together

they don’t talk about how sansa was to be a queen, or how jeyne used to sigh over the boys in the training yard. they don’t talk about how neither of them looked back when they clasped sweaty, shaking hands and ran from the kingsguard. they don’t talk about a lot of things but that doesn’t mean they don’t talk. their nights are spent curled around one another as bedmates, huddled together for warmth like they were still girls and they were still safe in winterfell instead of here in this desolate place. at night they didn’t need to worry about food or coin. the nights were for them. and sometimes, in her heart of hearts, jeyne thinks that there’s nothing in the world worth worrying about when her legs are entwined with sansa’s and the other girl’s breath warms her face as they whisper secrets to one another in the dark. 

AU → Arya and Sansa Stark (role reversal)

You need her, as she needs you…